I hover over the big drop.
I know THE BIG DROP!!!
So many colours, so busy.
My background sound: crunching.
Fish nibbling on the reef.
A shadow suddenly takes form.
A black tip reef shark floats by.
Too close for comfort,
For me, not him, clearly!
I could touch his dorsal fin.
He looks at me, unperturbed.
There is no aggression.
No anger.
No urgency.
He is on island time.
As if he is humming a Bob Marley song:
‘No, woman, no cry!’
edited 22/02/2024
Poetry by Nathalie 